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Shattered Pearl Part 1

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Geschäftsbank Headquaters, Contantus

March 2nd

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What they were doing was secret, most secret. If anybody who didn’t already know knew, it could be the end for them. But they knew they had to do it, under strict instructions from the government. The bank had always been tied to the state, once a state owned company, always a state owned company, It was the Theodorian way. Markus was new to the operation, the operation was simple yet very complicated, their job on the 27th floor was to finance terrorist activities, and not just the AA, they were sending money to every corner of the Eurth, and nobody knew. They sent the money in many different ways, through physical currency and commodities, through innocent enough electronic payments, disguised as large purchases of property, vehicles and art and sometimes through international casinos. Most of the casinos in Theodoria were foreign, with branches across the world, from there they could buy Chips in Theodoria, and reuse those chips in another country, so dirty Credits could be exchanged for clean Vaitos or so. 

Markus had only left University a year ago, but he had a good experience in trading. One day, he was approached by a representative of the Geschäftsbank, the man said that he could make his nation proud, it sounded like he wanted him to join the army, then he slid a document and a check over the table, it was his proposed position, his salary and a starting bonus. 

PROPOSED POSITION TITLE FOR MR MARKUS FIELDING:

MARKETS ANALYST

He read the description, and it seemed fairly similar to what he was doing,

STARTING SALARY: CR210,780

He was astonished, He knew that the salary was the small part of the income, as bonuses usually reach the 7 figure mark for an analyst. Then he saw the starting bonus check. 

It was for 25 Million Credits, of course he’d used money equivalent to that before, but he never had it for himself. This could change everything, forever, he thought. He jumped upon the chance and that’s how he got to where he is today.

Markus didn’t know where the money he was making went, he just knew that it was going to the room next doors, and they would handle it. Apart from the confusing algorithms, millions in earnings, and chances that could ruin hundreds of lives, Markus lives a simple life, he has a dog, a girlfriend in Law School, an imported Range Evoque and an reasonably good view from his apartment, you can see the bay, you just need to go to the far side of the room. The day before lightning struck the masts on the roof of his building, so he had no wifi nor TV.

When Markus arrived at work, he felt a sense of urgency in the air, people stressing, sweating and running from either side of the room. “What’s happened?” He asked. “Haven’t you heard, there have been loads of attacks in PyeMcGowan, the markets have fallen. FICB’s stockprice is 8 credits.” “What’s wrong with it being 8 credits?” He asked, “On the 28th it was 65!”.

After a while, a long while, towards the end of the day, people were sitting in their chairs, having lost the bank hundreds of thousands, some even millions, all with sweat dripping down their faces, unknowing if they would still have a job the next morning.

Suddenly, Markus saw one of his coworkers being taken away by the security, on his way past Markus’ desk, he dropped a File. Markus picked it up and put it in his drawer. It was marked secret, and had the Ministry of Defence logo on the front.

Later that night, Markus read the document in his bedroom, what he read was orders from the government to use the profits Markus and his coworkers had made, and siphon it through a network of shell companies to tens of terrorist organisations. 

“I have to tell the PyeMcGowians, their embassy isn’t far. I’ll drop off the letters tomorrow” 

 

 

 

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